Danti ( Anti Septiplier ) - One Shots

Antiseptiplier One Shot - 24

No One's POV.
Munching quietly on his salad, Jack glanced at Mark and saw him smile. The lights were dim and made Jack's eyes seem like a deeper hue of blue, which Mark was staring at. Giving Mark a small smile back, Jack tried not to feel as embarrassed as before. It was bad enough that they'd run into a group of fans who had asked them if "Septiplier" was really real and he froze up. And although Mark answered for him, Jack still blushed madly when Mark had grabbed his hand to prove it.

But, now they sat in a booth, having small conversations as their salads were slowly consumed. Both had a glass of water and shared a basket of bread. It was nice to finally be out of the house.

"I've never been to Texas Roadhouse before. I like it," Jack said and studied the decor. Mark nodded, then took a sip of water. "I just wish I had more time to spend with you," Mark's statement caught Jack immediately. "It's okay, Mark. We don't have to go on a date every weekend. Besides, we kinda eat up time together anyways," Jack said and slowly placed his hand on top of Mark's.

Mark's smile returned and he held Jack's hand, "You're right...but, I sometimes wish we could," Jack rolled his eyes playfully and slid his hands back into his lap. A waiter approached their table a few seconds later and carefully set down two plates of steaming food. "Can I get you gentlemen anything else?" The waiter asked and Jack paused, looking at Mark. "Nah, I think we're good for now, thank you though," Mark said and the waiter smiled and nodded. But, he didn't leave.

"You both need to leave," His eyes flashed black and an Irish tone came to his voice. "What the-" Mark was interrupted by Jack, "Anti?" The demon glanced around and set the plastic tray down. "Hunters are in the fuckin' house, Sean! And, they're crawlin' all over the damn town!" Mark glanced at Jack in worry, then saw the possessed waiter pick the tray back up. "How'd they get in the house?" Mark asked, lowering his voice as a man walked by them. "How the fuck would I know?! Just get the hell out'a here before shite hits the fuckin' fan!" Anti hissed and tried to casually walk off, acting like a mortal human would with a waiting-tables job.

Sharing the same look as Mark, Jack shifted in his seat, then glanced around the crowded restaurant. The bar area had a few men seated in pairs or loners, some talking as they drank. "Do you think they know?" Mark asked, watching Jack's nervous demeanor. "I don't know..what if they're waiting at the house for us?" Jack then saw Mark push his meal aside and reached out for Jack's hand. Placing his palm in Mark's, Jack saw the American lock eyes with him. Brown meeting blue.

"We'll go somewhere else, okay? There's a new motel we can stay at..we passed it on the way here," Nodding, Jack moved his plate away from him and grabbed his hoodie, he hated seeing that food go to waste. But, he got up and slid his jacket on anyways, then grabbed Mark's hand to follow him out of the restaurant. And once they were outside, the two stopped, hearing hisses and demonic screams to their right.

The waiter, whom Anti possessed, writhed at the sting of holy water, feeling it soak through the clothes and burn his skin. Covering his face, Anti kept his eyes shielded and screeched out in anger. Jack ran around the corner and tried to intervene, but Mark pulled him back, keeping him out of sight. "No, Jack! We gotta go!" Mark didn't mean to shout it, but he wasn't thinking. And, the two men who were attacking the demon saw them because of it. "Anti, run!!" Jack screamed, seeing the demon take his chance while the hunters were distracted. The waiter howled and a swirling billow of smoke burst out from his mouth. "Damn it," The taller hunter said. "HEY!" The shorter one yelled, making Mark and Jack book it to the car.

Peeling out of the parking lot, Mark put the pedal to the metal. Jack saw the hunters attempt to keep up with them, but with so many sharp turns and back alley shortcuts caused the other car to lose them. But, Jack didn't relax. Mark had slowed down and got off of the highway to park in front of a motel.